The Purge

[Soddenfur]

Originally Posted by Silvershadow

My Form-
Name: Harley
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Looks: Long hair with half being red and the other half blue. Wears a red, white and blue leather jacket, really short red and blue shorts. Has a wooden baseball bat.
Personality: Silly and sly, doesn't like to play nice with others. She has a chaotic side that brings out her best (Really her worst) side.
Pent-up Agression (1-10): 4
Role (criminal, hide away, running in streets, hunter, savior): Running in the streets but becomes a criminal.
Status (rich, poor, or middle class?): Rich
Weapons?: Baseball bat and a black pistol that say 'love' and 'hate' in gold letters.
Initial Location: In the middle of the city.
Groupmates: None (Open!)
Other: Nope, other than she lost her Puddin'.

Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst

"Not Just that.." she smirked. "Do you own the store? Was that your daughter? Were you her father, the one I would've used if he had come out like I asked?"

(EWW.... SORRY IT'S SHORT! Oh, and maybe--PLOT TWIST--Harry could maybe have been going to the store to check on his........
DAUGHTER!!!!!!)

(Accepted! Also, I love the idea of Harry being the one who Jaxen was telling to come out but maybe the girl can be related to another character? I'm trying to think about it but I don't see it working well with him)
"None of those things are true, I didn't know that girl. And neither did you," Harry retorted, glaring intensely with his hands in the air, "How could you?" This was what he was trying to prevent, but all he did was make it happen sooner. The man couldn't stand it. He was still trudging toward Jaxen until he was a mere four feet from her gun.

[JaxenAmethyst]

Originally Posted by Soddenfur

(Accepted! Also, I love the idea of Harry being the one who Jaxen was telling to come out but maybe the girl can be related to another character? I'm trying to think about it but I don't see it working well with him)
"None of those things are true, I didn't know that girl. And neither did you," Harry retorted, glaring intensely with his hands in the air, "How could you?" This was what he was trying to prevent, but all he did was make it happen sooner. The man couldn't stand it. He was still trudging toward Jaxen until he was a mere four feet from her gun.

"Well then why are you so worried about who lives and who dies if she isn't what-so-ever related to you?" She questioned him, plain curiosity coursing through her veins. As Harry threw his hands in the air, she replied. "Oh.. it's easy, baby boy." She smirked. "..like this." Quickly, she shot one bullet through his left arm, "..and one more over there," and the other through his left thigh. "I've saved up months..YEARS.. of pain, waiting for the great..ANNUAL.. purge!" She laughed diabolically, "I hope your not left-handed," before cocking her gun, prepared to shoot again. She looked behind Harry through the window and smirked. She nodded.
She mimicked the expression of anger, and her hands flew up in the air, her KRISS Vector falling to the floor as Marceline commanded her to stop.
Marceline stood near the window, watching her shoot the little girl.. Harry, waiting for her to notice. Finally, she does,
and she sends her thumbs up. "We good?," she mouthed. Once she got a nod from Jaxen, she moved in. "Put your hands up!" She shouted. Brushing past Harry, she tied Jaxen's hands with fake, releasable handcuffs, then she turned to Harry. "Did you seriously put your life at risk to help the MOST WANTED criminal! Don't you watch the news, Harry!? SHE'S WANTED EVERYWHERE FOR THEFT, ILLEGAL DRUG SHIPPING, AND MURDER!"
Marceline took a deep breath. "None of that matters now. You're bleeding like crazy. GET IN THE CAR!" As Harry turned around, she murmured.
"Dang. Can't he ever pay attention to anything besides himself?"

(Now..just warning you... Marceline is pretending to be a Savior... but you cant just NOT TRUST HER, you have to go along with it. That's why I hate telling people things because then they ALWAYS change the plot with "I dont trust you." and "Nah. I dont want to" and stupid stuff like that and it's annoying)

[Silvershadow]

Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst

"Well then why are you so worried about who lives and who dies if she isn't what-so-ever related to you?" She questioned him, plain curiosity coursing through her veins. As Harry threw his hands in the air, she replied. "Oh.. it's easy, baby boy." She smirked. "..like this." Quickly, she shot one bullet through his left arm, "..and one more over there," and the other through his left thigh. "I've saved up months..YEARS.. of pain, waiting for the great..ANNUAL.. purge!" She laughed diabolically, "I hope your not left-handed," before cocking her gun, prepared to shoot again. She looked behind Harry through the window and smirked. She nodded.
She mimicked the expression of anger, and her hands flew up in the air, her KRISS Vector falling to the floor as Marceline commanded her to stop.
Marceline stood near the window, watching her shoot the little girl.. Harry, waiting for her to notice. Finally, she does,
and she sends her thumbs up. "We good?," she mouthed. Once she got a nod from Jaxen, she moved in. "Put your hands up!" She shouted. Brushing past Harry, she tied Jaxen's hands with fake, releasable handcuffs, then she turned to Harry. "Did you seriously put your life at risk to help the MOST WANTED criminal! Don't you watch the news, Harry!? SHE'S WANTED EVERYWHERE FOR THEFT, ILLEGAL DRUG SHIPPING, AND MURDER!"
Marceline took a deep breath. "None of that matters now. You're bleeding like crazy. GET IN THE CAR!" As Harry turned around, she murmured.
"Dang. Can't he ever pay attention to anything besides himself?"

(Now..just warning you... Marceline is pretending to be a Savior... but you cant just NOT TRUST HER, you have to go along with it. That's why I hate telling people things because then they ALWAYS change the plot with "I dont trust you." and "Nah. I dont want to" and stupid stuff like that and it's annoying)

Harley skipped down the empty streets of the city, swinging her baseball bat from side to side, a dark look in her eyes. Her hair was wet and all she could feel was the cold, not from the rain, but from the loss of her sweet Puddin'. She came upon a car that had been turned over and climbed on top of it, sitting down with a huff and taking off the golden choker her love had given her. What am I gonna' do without you?"She looked at it with sad eyes and sighed, tossing it into the wet street. She looked up at the sound of a gunshot and wondered if an innocent person died. 'What do I care?'

[JaxenAmethyst]

Originally Posted by Silvershadow

Harley skipped down the empty streets of the city, swinging her baseball bat from side to side, a dark look in her eyes. Her hair was wet and all she could feel was the cold, not from the rain, but from the loss of her sweet Puddin'. She came upon a car that had been turned over and climbed on top of it, sitting down with a huff and taking off the golden choker her love had given her. What am I gonna' do without you?"She looked at it with sad eyes and sighed, tossing it into the wet street. She looked up at the sound of a gunshot and wondered if an innocent person died. 'What do I care?'

Maybe Harley could join Jaxen's and Marceline's group

[Soddenfur]

(@JaxenAmethyst; Oh, I totally get what you mean! It kills me when my ideas for the plot get disrupted by that.)
"Look, don't call me-", Harry began, then instantly clutched his initial bullet wound in horror and fell to his knees when Jaxen shot him again. "I didn't prepare for... this," he replied through clenched teeth, "I've never came across a situation like this." In pain, he savior rose from his position and limped to the truck.

Ray watched from the square with anxious curiosity as the event unfolded. He had observed Marceline before the gunshot and didn't think much of it, as he was thankful she appeared to be rescuing his brother. He didn't bother approaching them yet, but was worried they would drive off and leave him alone to the other malicious purge night denizens.

[Silvershadow]

Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst

Maybe Harley could join Jaxen's and Marceline's group

That's fine with me )

[JaxenAmethyst]

Originally Posted by Soddenfur

(@JaxenAmethyst; Oh, I totally get what you mean! It kills me when my ideas for the plot get disrupted by that.)
"Look, don't call me-", Harry began, then instantly clutched his initial bullet wound in horror and fell to his knees when Jaxen shot him again. "I didn't prepare for... this," he replied through clenched teeth, "I've never came across a situation like this." In pain, he savior rose from his position and limped to the truck.

Ray watched from the square with anxious curiosity as the event unfolded. He had observed Marceline before the gunshot and didn't think much of it, as he was thankful she appeared to be rescuing his brother. He didn't bother approaching them yet, but was worried they would drive off and leave him alone to the other malicious purge night denizens.

(Okay, thank you. I just wanted to warn you in case you weren't okay of it.)

Jaxen walked right behind Marceline, a smirk on her face. "Nice acting, Marce... You're a natural," she complimented, getting in the back of the truck.

Marceline started the engine and started driving.

(Where should Marceline go? Maybe somewhere that's possible for Harry to escape? Because I suppose you dont want him dying..)

[Soddenfur]

Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst

(Okay, thank you. I just wanted to warn you in case you weren't okay of it.)

Jaxen walked right behind Marceline, a smirk on her face. "Nice acting, Marce... You're a natural," she complimented, getting in the back of the truck.

Marceline started the engine and started driving.

(Where should Marceline go? Maybe somewhere that's possible for Harry to escape? Because I suppose you dont want him dying..)

(She can honestly go anywhere, I only see a few ways it could play out anyway.)
Ray frantically shouted to the truck, "Hey, stop!" He broke into a sprint, terrified he would be left alone to The Purge's murderous participants.
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Harry lay in the back of the truck, weak and staring upward. The savior worried for his brother who was left behind in the town square, but didn't have the energy to inform his alleged savior.